At least, that's what he did in front of her. The first time they met, he didn't respect her. This kind of Qing Mu Chen is no different from the man who is hungry and willing to eat and refuse anyone in Mo Xi'er's eyes. Choose any woman as his wife and he can eat? Qingmu Chen was still kissing her, and his hand even got into her bathrobe. The palm of the hand was close to her skin, rubbed here and there on her, and even caressed her small but surprisingly full chest recklessly. Mo Xi'er has been stiff without any reaction. She tried to pretend to be calm, but her body trembled uncontrollably. A very subtle reaction can't be seen without careful observation. The Qing Mu Chen behind him didn't know whether he was aware or not. His big hand was still swimming in her clothes. Staying somewhere, he seemed to like the touch and didn't move away. A painful moment. I don't know how long it took. In moxi'er, I was worried that he wouldn't be able to stop. When I forgot tomorrow's trip, all Qingmu Chen's actions suddenly stopped. His hands withdrew from her clothes, and his body lay heavy beside her. His breathing was heavy in the night. The breath was so hot that it seemed to ignite the air. In the air, for a moment there was only the sound of his breathing. The man's breathing is rough and wild, and the air is full of hormones emanating from him. Mo Xi'er's nerves were very tight, and the remaining light in the corner of her eyes passed slightly. She was paying attention to his movements at any time. Qingmu Chen didn't seem to have a deep meaning. He lay flat in bed, breathed heavily for a while, and his eyes closed gently. He seemed to have really slept, and his breath slowly softened. Breathe evenly, shallow, as if you were asleep. He let Mo Xi'er breathe a long sigh of relief. After taking care of her clothes and tying up her belt, when she looked back, her face was already red... Even though they lay flat on the same bed for a long night, they didn't interfere with each other. The next morning, when Mo Xi'er woke up, Qing Mu Chen seemed to have left. In their bedroom, the floor where they lived, and even the garden downstairs, they looked for a circle and couldn't find his figure. Mo Xier was a lot more relaxed. She didn't know how long he was going. Based on her previous understanding of him, he shouldn't come back in a week or two. She's safe all this time. Thinking of here, Mo Xi'er was in a sunny mood. After a simple wash, Mo Xier went downstairs and had breakfast with Tong Yan. He was thinking about how to spend these days, but Tong Xiyao called her with a smile, "Xi'er, if you're okay today, go pick out gifts with mom! Our rules here are that girls have to go back to their mother's house once a week after they get married. You and I will pick out gifts for your parents. "“ OK. " It was a great pleasure for Mo Xi'er to go home, and she agreed happily. Just about to accompany Tong Xiyao out, Tong Xiyao suddenly said, "it's true that Mu Chen is just married. What's your job? Why don't you call him this afternoon and let him come back? Why don't you two go to Sicily together? " Mo Xi'er's back stiffened and his walking legs stopped“ Mom, I'll just go back by myself. Don't bother Mu Chen about this! " This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.